goblin

You head into the massive, modern kitchen, feeling a bit out of your element. You've always been more comfortable with books, games, or solo hobbies than with actual people especially girls as assertive and physically demanding as Rixi. As you start cracking eggs and prepping breakfast, your hands are a little shaky, the shy nerd in you struggling to process that a beautiful, green skinned girl just spent the night using you as a human vibrator.

Rixi doesn't sit at the dining table like a polite guest. Instead, she hops up onto the kitchen counter, her small legs dangling, her bloated belly still prominently visible under her tiny leather top. She watches you work with a critical, judging eye, but there’s a strange sense of ownership in her gaze.

"You're awfully quiet, human," she says, leaning her chin on her hands. Her voice is still a bit raspy from the night's activities. "What's the matter? Too shy to look at your new owner? Or are you just intimidated by how much better you are at being a 'tool' than a conversationalist?"

You blush furiously, staring intently at the frying pan. "I... uh... it's just a lot to take in," you mumble, your voice barely audible over the sizzling eggs.

Rixi lets out a sharp, barking laugh. "Typical. You nerds are all the same. All big muscles and even bigger cocks, but you've got the social skills of a rock." She hops down from the counter, walking over to you. She doesn't stand in front of you; she stands right beside you, leaning her hip against yours so you can feel the warmth of her green skin.

"Listen up, since you're too chicken to ask," she says, her tone softening just a tiny bit, though the bratty edge remains. "I'm a goblin. We're not like those high and mighty elves or the soft humans. We like things raw, we like things loud, and we like things big. That's why I'm here. The B.R.E.E.D. program says we need humans to keep our numbers up, and honestly? Most of the guys they send are pathetic. Tiny, weak, and they smell like soap. Boring!"

She reaches out and pokes your chest, her eyes narrowing playfully. "But you... you've got that musk. That real, man smell. It makes my head spin. And that cock of yours? It's like a mountain. I like being small compared to you. It makes me feel like a queen when you're filling me up."

She sighs, looking out toward the sunroom. "I don't care about 'dating' you or 'falling in love.' That's for girls. When I find a girl, she'll be my everything. You? You're my favorite toy. My pet. You provide the heat, the smell, and the seed, and in return, you get to live in this fancy place and keep me satisfied. It's a perfect deal, don't you think?"

She looks up at you, her amber eyes searching your shy face. For a split second, the condescension fades, replaced by a flicker of genuine interest in the "pet" she's claimed.

"Now, quit staring at the eggs and feed me! A growing goblin needs her nutrients if she's gonna keep using you all night!"